“Something like that. I’ve got to be honest with you though, I’m not following a whole lot of it myself,” Steve says, giving the air of the palace a slight sniff as they step from the sunlight to the darkness. He can smell where everyone is, though Bucky’s scent is almost overwhelming. It’s difficult to push that to the back of his senses as he hunts out a good room to sneak into to take something that won’t cause every breeze to expose him. Winding hallways and staircases and rooms that open to incredible treasures do make it a little easier to stay on mark, though.

Steve’s Brain has been altered, his body has been altered, but you can’t just rub out an artist at heart, or a prankster by nature. Adventure, in a body that can actually sustain adventure, is almost too good to pass up.

He’ll find something suitable to wear before too long, braided leather pants and a long coat that leaves him more bare than he would like at his chest, but with a somewhat musty smell that tells him no one will mind him taking the garments. Shirt or not, he’ll live.

It just looks a little funny on him with Bucky’s too tight tennis shoes.

“I feel like I’m that baseball player that goes back in time to King Arthur, yanno?”